Not too long ago someone stumbled across this dainty little blog and decided she liked what she read. And, don’t you know it? She offered me some freelance work.
I don’t normally seek freelance jobs. I don’t like hassling people. And I really can’t be half-arsed signing up to one of those freelancing sites where I hear jobs often go to the lowest bidders. I have been lucky enough to have a handful fall into my lap upon occasion. I’m grateful I’ve only had to turn one away to date.
Finding a job through a blog was a new and bizarre concept to me. Especially my poor blog, so often neglected.
But I got the email. Some queries, questions, wonderings. And, as I read through it, tears filled my eyes and I found I had to relearn to breathe.
Not only was it a possibility for work. It was a possibility to have an impact upon the future of Australia. Writing for the minor political party I’d spent my entire adult life voting for, preaching on behalf of and literally yelling at my friends to look into. And here it was, a request to consider re-writing their site.
Breathe. Breathe.
Of course I wasn’t going to turn it away. I grasped it. I took the first job and typed away, occasionally giving in to a little panic, thinking how amazing this would look on my CV. Imagining the credit I could take (at least on my resume) should they win a seat or two… or eight.
And they liked what I provided. In fact, after being passed through committee, only one paragraph of six pages was significantly changed prior to publication.
And now I’m on job number two. I’ve been writing all day. Planning all week. Considering my words. Examining what I should say, what I shouldn’t. How much is too much? And how little is too little?
And as I was reviewing the research, I came across a quote:
“When I used to talk about ‘ordinary people out there’, I was talking about ordinary people who cared about other people’s problems, who were prepared to sacrifice themselves to help other people. I grossly overestimated that number … I was virtually preaching the gospel of love, and that should be greater than the forces of fear.”
Don Chipp, 1983.
And suddenly it has hit me. I’m asking people, in fact all Australians eligible for the vote, to put their own greed and self-interest aside and to pursue the greater good. To consider the rights of the minorities and the less fortunate. To examine their impact upon society and our environment. To put themselves second in order to ensure an enduring society in a prosperous world.
And suddenly, it seems like an incredibly daunting task. A task I’m not sure I’m up for. And I’ve found myself asking, “What the f#!* am I doing?”
Do I want to change Australia for the better? More than anything. Can I? Man, I hope so!